C45 blood splattered mandarin duck house (1/2)
A loud shout rang out.
A middle-aged man wearing a long green robe led the way as he rode a handsome horse. Behind him were twenty to thirty warriors riding fine horses.
”Wu Yu …!” Luo Shan, what the fuck do you mean? Why did you come to smash my Yang Family's Mandarin Duck Restaurant? ”
The middle aged man stopped his stallion and stopped ten meters away from Luo Shan, the head of the Luo Family's disciples. He looked at the corpses on the ground and asked furiously.
”Haha, Yang Xiong, what the f * ck do you mean by that? Why don't you tell me what your Yang Family did three days ago? Luo Shan mocked.
”Humph!” What does your Luo Family's business have to do with my Yang Family? Today, you've killed more than twenty people from my yuanyang [1]! ” Yang Xiong's eyes were fierce.
”Heh heh, forget it. You're a whore yet you're still setting up a chaste shop? Bullsh * t! It's rare for me to say so much to you, your lordship! I'm here to kill!”
”How dare you!” [Let us see the truth.]
Yang Xiong didn't speak anymore. Stepping onto the saddle, he leaped into the air, crossed a distance of ten meters, and smashed his palm towards Luo Shan.
”Hehe, good timing, I also want to spar with you!” Luo Shan raised his blade.
”The children of the Luo Family, behead the bastards of the Yang Family and avenge them!”
”Kill …”
”Those bastards who killed the Yang Family!”
The disciples of the Luo Family all angrily roared as they charged towards the people of Yang Family with swords and sabers in their hands. The disciples of the Yang Family also jumped off their horses and took out their weapon s, rushing towards the people of the Luo Family.
After Luo Shan finished speaking, he chopped towards the approaching Yang Xiong.
Dang …!
When the blade slashed at Yang Xiong's palm, it did not splatter the blood light that one would think it would. Instead, it released a golden sound, as if it was chopping at steel.
”Heh heh, this old man's Tie Heng palm is going to refine it to the perfect state, today I'll use you to make a move!”
When Yang Xiong landed on the ground, he saw that his palms had turned jet-black, as if they had been forged using black iron, and he once again struck out with his palms towards Luo Shan.
”Hehe, then I want to see if your palm is hard or my Hundred Refinement Blade is sharp.”
”Breaking Mountains!”
Luo Shan sneered, and fiercely slashed with the blade with both of his hands.
The Ancient Fighters s of the Houtian eighth stage already had the power of eight Qilins in both body and internal strength. This slash, by using the Martial Skill, carried the power of at least eleven Qilins!
The sound of something whistling through the air made one doubt that even an elephant could be chopped into two halves.
Dang …!
Seeing that the two swords changed to one, Yang Xiong fiercely used the force of his two palms and firmly gripped onto Luo Shan's blade.
”Hee hee …”
Luo Shan saw that his blade had been caught, and did not panic at all. He used all his strength, and with a spin of the Hundred Refinement Blade in his hand, he broke free from Yang Xiong's palms, and pierced towards his chest like a venomous snake.
Yang Xiong was shocked. As a Ancient cultivator with the same Houtian eighth stage, this Luo Shan's strength was actually greater than his. He leaned his body backwards, and used a lower deck bridge as the tip of the blade to check the direction of Yang Xiong's nose.
Falling Leaves, Thousand Falling Leaves...!
Then, he turned to the side and swept towards Luo Shan like a steel whip.
The two of them fought passionately. The disciples of the two families were also fighting with bloodshot eyes. In a short moment, seven or eight people from each family had fallen into pools of blood.
”Whirlwind …”
Luo Shan's blade spun in his hand, forming a circular blade of light, forcing Yang Xiong's palm to release a palm that had to be pulled out to protect himself.
”Hehe, Yang Xiong, for you to dare leave the Hundred Weapons Pavilion and come to save the Mandarin Duck Restaurant is your greatest mistake.”
Luo Shan let out a strange laugh, and with another blade strike, he sliced apart both of Yang Xiong's palms without retreating, the force of the blade continued to force Yang Xiong to retreat.
”What do you mean?” Yang Xiong dodged to the left and right of Luo Shan's blade, and asked angrily.
”Heh heh.”
Luo Shan sheathed his blade and laughed weirdly.
”You'll know in a while.”